Basement Gamer Bulk Cheetos

Let's workshop this poem about a mother confronting the shock of what she has allowed to transpire in the case of her son, now a grown gamer in her basement for whom she buys bulk Cheetos

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Basement Gamer Bulk Cheetos 

She never expected
to have to clear up her motherly fib:
how so many deer and skunks

misshapen along the road were
“sillies napping in silly spots,”
figuring beneath words 

that experience—something
(peers, reflection)—would have
set the man straight by now.

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